August 2, 2012
In the empty spaces,
in the blank spots on the pages,
in the gaps between the lines,
there the mystery lies.

In the void in space and time,
in the rest before the rhyme,
in the silence of the song,
the enigma stretches on.


In the rift in black and white,
we are there.
On the verge of dark and light,
we are there.

In the ether in the air,
in nothingness’ lair,
we move, we feel, we seek
for a purpose none can see.

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